Aemond X Lucerys Novels & Stories

As I glanced at him, my eyes caught sight of a fresh injury on his arm—a deep gash that had gone unnoticed amidst the chaos of the challenge. Concern etched across my features, I instinctively reached out to him, my hand poised to touch his wounded arm. But before I could make a move, a deep, resonating voice called out to me. "Celine, I would like to speak with you," the Lycan King's voice boomed, capturing my attention. I turned to see the king standing a few paces away. Alpha Tyrion's reaction was immediate. A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes, his grip tightening around the edges of the nearby tree With a sudden surge of strength, he smashed his fist down onto the tree branch causing

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”

I smiled and accepted the gesture. “I’m Cercei, a pleasure to meet you, My Lord,” I replied with a slight bow. “My Lord Lucian, I am Hugo of the Xenon Pack, it is an honour to be in your presence,” another Lord interjected. In fact, numerous Lords and Ladies greeted us, each one inquiring about me. I had to suppress my disbelief with every mention of being Lucian’s wife.

The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

After losing half his kingdom to the Gryphons, the young king knelt before Kaelric for help, and without a sound, Kaelric’s army fought and won beside him. That was six years ago. “I passed along Arkenholt’s mountains three moons ago, but I received news you weren't entertaining guests.” Aetherion's reply came as they settled down on a seat next to each other. King Aetherion wasn't lying as three moons ago, King Kaelric’s twenty-sixth maiden, Lysa, had a miscarriage. He remembered her name dearly because she had carried twins and her pregnancy surpassed every other maiden he had lain with.

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.

I couldn't even think straight. It was only when a kid pulled my hand that I came back to my senses. It seems like she was done crying when I looked into her. "A man wants me to give this to you." She said, and ran away. I was confused as I opened the letter. I instantly dropped it upon reading what was inside it, "The Lycan King sent his regards." Lycan King? Oh, no. Calm down, Klay! I looked around. I noticed that the driver who was with me is no longer standing behind me...and the kid. Where did he run to?

Lysander's youthful face flushed bright red. "You arrogant fool, you haven't even witnessed the true majesty of the Cathedral. If you've got the guts, tell me your name." Andrew stared at him coldly. "I'm from Holtrien, and my name is Andrew Lloyd!" Lysander froze. Then, his face went pale with shock. "You're the one who killed Rosemary? W-When did you become a martial god? And why do you have the Cathedral's holy light power in you?"

Levi and I can take the tryouts for all training, and Aeson would just be the right-hand man that Lord Lucifer wants. "Seems the plan is already with me, so everyone should listen to my words." Cace divulged as Alpha Xander went to meet Lord Lucifer and bring him to us. He didn't like Amelia's approach at first; it seemed so odd. "Why do you want to see Lord Lucifer? I would like to know who you all are. There's a lot that's been happening, but I have to tell you that Lord Lucifer never told me he was expecting any visitors. Or, Alpha Xander, are you here to threaten us with your men?" She snapped, staring into my eyes.

After them came a spearman in a lioncrested helm, an older man with a limp, a Braavosi sellsword, a . "Harwin?" Arya whispered. It was! Under the beard and the tangled hair was the face of Hullen's son, who used to lead her pony around the yard, ride at quintain with Jon and Robb, and drink too much on feast days. He was thinner, harder somehow, and at Winterfell he had never worn a beard, but it was him-her father's man. "Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin, it's me